Quotes About Aging

Old elephants limp off to the hills to die; old Americans go out to the highway and drive themselves to death with huge cars.

To have had fame, even very minor fame, and to have lost it, got older and maybe put on a little weight is a kind of living death.

I don't sit in the corner waiting for death: death has to pursue me. I'm going strong. I hope to reach 100 and ask for an extension, just like my grandmother did.

Hell, I don't want to grow old at all. I never want to die.

In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. -Sonnet 73

Alas, Postumus, the fleeting years slip by, nor will piety give any stay to wrinkles and pressing old age and untamable death.

Old age isn't a battle; old age is a massacre.

Tu?i già không ph?i là má»™t tr?n chi?n; tu?i già là má»™t cuá»™c th?m sát

He was just someone who had grown ugly, old, and embittered, one of billions.

In September, you son of a bitch, I am going to be thirty years old! Correct, Monkey, correct! Which is precisely why it is you and not me who is responsible for your expectations and your dreams! Is that clear? you!

You have the body of an old man, the life of an old man, the past of an old man, and the instinctive force of a two-year-old.

This is aging, pure and simple, the self-destroying hilarity of the last roller coaster.

an aging man imprisoned on Goli Otok as an enemy of the regime

Now the vivacious mother of his youth, who well into middle age was being complimented on her youthful vigor, was an old lady, her spine twisted and bent, a hurt and puzzled expression embedded in the creases of her face. Now, when she did not realize people were watching her, tears would rise in her eyes, eyes bearing that look both long accustomed to living with pain and startled to have been in so much pain so long.

Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

He likes to think well of himself," I explained, watching the turn of Anne's head and hearing her ripple of low laughter. "He could not bring himself to turn off a woman just because she's become old. He has to find a way to see that it is God's will that he leaves her. He has to find a greater authority than his own desires.

What will happen when I am old and I can dance no more?

No, you look like the beauty you are, and you know it. You have that gift, which our mother had, of growing older and becoming more lovely. Your features have changed from being merely those of a pretty girl to being those of a beautiful woman with a face like a carving. When you are laughing and dancing with Edward, you could pass for twenty, but when you are still and thoughtful, you are as lovely as the statues they are carving in Italy. No wonder women loathe you.

Boys never become men, they become skeletons and skulls.

There is nothing I like better than conversing with aged men. For I regard them as travelers who have gone a journey which I too may have to go, and of whom I ought to inquire whether the way is smooth and easy or rugged and difficult. Is life harder toward the end, or what report do you give it?

What of his beard? Are you not of Homer's opinion, who says Youth is most charming when the beard first appears?

There is nothing which for my part I like better, Cephalus, than conversing with aged men; for I regard them as travellers who have gone a journey which I too may have to go, and of whom I ought to enquire, whether the way is smooth and easy, or rugged and difficult.

There is nothing which for my part I like better, Cephalus, than conversing with aged men; for I regard them as travellers who have gone a journey which I too may have to go, and of whom I ought to inquire, whether the way is smooth and easy, or rugged and difficult.

For instance, I remember someone asking Sophocles, the poet, whether he was still capable of enjoying a woman. 'Don't talk in that way,' he answered; 'I am only too glad to be free of all that; it is like escaping from bondage to a raging madman.